I'm on my articulatio genus, my cheek pressed to the basement floor, so that I'm staring at a brick wall. I'm wearing a red lace bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the house, in example you're wondering. My arms are behind my back, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my cubitus, pulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather taking into custody with my public figure etched on that name tag. There's a abruptly Chain attached to it. It leads to a metal ring on the floor. My ankle are secured to rings as well, leaving my legs paste and my pussy vulnerable. The room is indistinctly lit, so that any drift causes shadows to quiver against the aged bricks. It's about twice the size of it of my sleeping accommodation and a wooden stair leads up to the house above. While I can't see it, I know there's a photographic camera in on street corner, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a German Shepard on a chain which is attached to a hoop on the wall opposite the one I am. The solitary difference is, there's timekeeper on it the lock securing it to his choker. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will release him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how longsighted it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to interest about it. Then they left, going back on a higher floor, shutting the threshold behind them.

"Don't vexation,"Alondra told, giving me a gentle candy kiss on the mouth before securing my catch to the floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste of your afters picayune cunt. The longer he has to await for more, the Thomas More eager he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And think back, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No names, at to the lowest degree not at first. I could feign that it was just oddment that drew me to the land site, but I'd be lying. It was much More than that. A bestiality website. The kind where you can follow videos of women being fucked by dogs or read their true report. Whether or not they were actually straight, or simply illusion, didn't really subject to me. I wanted them to be honest and I wanted to feel them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some comments on my favorites saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog adulteress O'– after spending night after night getting off on them. Some eve, that's all I'd do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and make myself come for hours, reading storey after story, learning about myself in the physical process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a smutty fantasy to induce. Being fucked by dogs, so I tried to absolve myself of pity by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a willing participant in whatever debauchery I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd picture show myself tied up, or down, while I was licked and fucked by a dog, or possibly more. Sometimes I imagined being chased down by a pack who had their way with me. And it wasn't like I'd ever actually do it. That's what I told myself, at least. And then I met notch and Alondra.

Alondra had contacted me first, simply replying to one of my comment :

If you liked this, I can part more like it.

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was well-situated enough for her to reel me in. It was like a game, I suppose. She threw out the bait, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a connection to a story where a girl is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a sexy couplet. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing various times while reading it the starting time fourth dimension. And I read it more than once.

What did you call up ? she asked me the succeeding day.

It was the net and I was just a random girl with a fascination for fucking dog named ‘ Dog Slut O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another link. This time it involved a girlfriend being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her seminal fluid over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy adult female with the biggest dildo I owned, picturing myself as the female child, the dog's nose buried between my thighs, his rough glossa overlapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him fuck me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was perfect.

Did It make you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you have more ?

Yes. Easier with email. Addy ?

I hesitated, but in the end, I gave in and sent it, or at least one that I used for smut web site. A burner reference.

She didn't disappoint. Every other Night, a new link or sometimes a PDF of the kind of write up I craved. And the keep abreast nighttime, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my guard duty down a little at a prison term, and the emails would get longer and more familiar as I shared to a greater extent and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality phantasy, but little tidbits about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. Fetishes. sexuality. It was almost always sexual, but over a few calendar month it took on the word form of a friendship. I shared my gens - not my full public figure, but I my first name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her married man. notch.

Send us a word picture, Livvy - I'd told her that, in my fantasies, I was Livvy, not Oliva. Olivia wouldn't dream about fucking dogs. Livvy, however…

Of me ? Like a dirty picture ?

Your choice. You can even edit out your face if you want. Just curious.

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was scary, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a short annulus and a var. adjustment tee after cropping everything above my neck opening, though my hair was long enough that you could assure I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I point it too notch ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to trust her more and more…

He wants to see you naked. LOL. I would too. Only if you want to.

I'll think about it.

No pressure.

I thought about it for several days. True to her word, she didn't pressure me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new narrative to masturbate too every early day and asking me what I thought on the day inbetween until we had formed something consanguineous to a friendship, although the subject was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the help of a pair of crank of wine and several orgasm after reading a detail arousing storey about a woman who gets fucked by dogs while blindfolded and tied to a weight judiciary while her married man and some of his friends spotter and then fuck her too, I threw caution to the wind and stood in front of my mirror and took some pictures, post orgasmic, my twat gaping slightly and glistening and my nipples still hard. This time I didn't crop my case out of the picture, though I regretted it instantly. For the next half time of day or so I was in a approximate panic after my indiscretion. At to the lowest degree until Alondra replied.

You're gorgeous. Thank you. Only evenhandedly you see us.

She'd sent a film too. Not as risqué at the one I had, but in a way, it was even more so…

She was gorgeous. Black hair's-breadth, moon-shaped side, Black person framed glasses. From what I could tell, she was either about my stature or her husband played professional person hoops. She was slender, though her curves were in all the right post. As for him, he was good looking as well. white cut and well built without being too muscular for my tastes. He had stylish metier length light brown haircloth and a pair days Worth of stubble. Alondra had told me he loved the open air and I could easily depict him out in the Natalie Wood hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attention, though, was the German Shepard sitting in strawman of Nick, natural language hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of course, my oddment was piqued. I thought of the full way to mention him - her ? - without making it sound obscene. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

You guys look astonishing. You never mentioned you have a dog. Have you… ?

Again, I spent the adjacent hour anxiously waiting a answer, wondering if I had gone to far with my half asked question, checking my email every 10 minutes or so, my pulse racing when she finally replied.

gladiolus you like what you see. Have I ever what, Livvy ? Don't be shy. Say it.

If I thought about it at all, I wouldn't have answered truthfully, so I didn't. I just typed out a reply as quickly as I could and hit send.

Have you ever had sex with him ?

His name is King, Livvy, and no. I have never had sex with him. That doesn't mean value he hasn't fucked others.

This time I stewed for a while, not sure how to answer. I pulled up one of my dearie write up from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring theme throughout the chronicle she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog screwing someone. This time as I read it, I pictured Alondra and nick in the theatrical role of the couple and top executive as the dog. By the sentence I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 secern sentence, each time with such saturation that, the last time, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her live on message over and over and looking at the photo she'd sent. I was attracted to them. That wasn't even a interrogative sentence. Both of them. All three of them, actually, though it took me a spell to admit it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my email again, surprisal to recover that she'd sent me another message while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to fuck you, Livvy ? I know your rick. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have trouble admitting it. Just like in the narration I've sent, the ones you like scoop, where she's tied up and helpless, ineffective to put a stop consonant to it. Nick and I would bed to watch you. Think about it.

After that, I couldn't assistant but thinking about it. Long story unretentive, that was how I ended up on here…

It hadn't happened all at once. I'd agonized about it for hebdomad while Alondra continued to send me my dog fucking narrative. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a progression that felt natural as we got to know each other sound. I found out that I liked her for More than just the zooerasty stories she provided me with. Not only that, but I found myself attracted to her as well. Nick even joined in, sometime. He was tardily going, although he could be intense at times - they both could. They had that indefinable prevalent aura about them which meshed well with my more slavish personality. It soon became clear that they were in charge while I, more and more, let them take the Pb. Not that it was anything overt. Just little proffer at metre of what to wear during our television chat get togethers, or their use of my dog hussy name ‘ Livvy'or my inability to circumvent their questions, no affair how embarrassing or humiliating.

The subject of fucking Billie Jean King, or rather, being fucked by him, came up more and more. It came to a stop where she's always have him with her when in our video confabulation.

"Say hi to magnate, Livvy,"she say me, and of course, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look aphrodisiacal today ? He can't delay to finally fit you in person. He's operose right field now, in fact. Do you want to see ? Of track you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your pussy now. show us, Livvy. show him how wet you are for him."

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the stage where I'd play with myself during the intact conversation. Occasionally Alondra would separate me to come while she and King, and sometimes nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What kind of fornicatress ?"

"A dog slut."I'd response, mortified, knowing that she'd only let me come if I said it out tawdry to her.

"Good girl. Why don't you come for us ? For Riley B King and me."

And I would, and afterwards, I'd spirit ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated and I couldn't wait until the succeeding time when I'd do it again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

"What's going to happen ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another state to meet masses I'd never met in person so that I could have sex with their dog.

"zero that you don't want, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't worry. We're going to take tending of everything and we're going to take attention of you."

They picked me up at the airport. queen was with them. He shared the back rump with me. I'd worn a cute little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the following hour or so ‘ getting to sleep with'King in the back of their SUV while trying to acquit on a conversation with his owners at the same metre. At get-go he was capacity to simply sniff at me and lick my arm a little. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to work my face, my thighs, my shoulder, anywhere he could. At first, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra's amusement.

"You're so precious, Livvy, but really, just throw him what you both want."

Blushing deeply, I relented, and tried to relax.

"Why don't you scoot over to the centre, Livvy, so we can see better ?"

By this metre, King had been working at pushing his nozzle up under the hem of my dress and licking the insides of my thigh as well as my panty covered, soupy wet, pussy and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the straw man seats.

"Now spread your leg, hike up your dress up like a just girl."

I did everything they told me too, including forcing myself not to number after I'd taken off my step-in and let him lap eagerly at my bare pussy with his rough glossa, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the fourth dimension we arrived at their house, I was a hot stack, unable to retrieve about anything beyond relief from the craving burning within me.

"Let's get you downstairs, Livvy. That's what you want, isn't it ? That's where King fucks all his sluts."

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as King pushed his snout between my legs again, this time from the nates, and tasted the juices trickling down the insides of my thighs.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the collar around my pharynx while Nick took concern of the mortise joint cuffs.

"weapon behind your back and grab your elbows, slut."

My arms were secured snuggly behind my back. It was uncomfortable, though not painful.

"Down on your knees."

nick helped me and then they both secured me to resound on the floor so that I was on my stifle, thigh spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.

snick went back upstairs to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me company, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipples and clit with her fingerbreadth so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her mite.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a bewildered moan, opening my eyes, which I'd squeezed shut, in fourth dimension to see Nick securing big businessman on a chain on the wall opposite me. That's when she explained the timekeeper to me after which, they'd leftfield, and now…

I have no theme how long it's been. It feels like time of day. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can palpate the tickle of my juice down the insides of my thighs, or just clinging to my outer lips until gravity finally frees them. I can't help imagine a minuscule puddle forming between my thighs. I'm drooling, too. My pulse rate has been racing for so foresighted that I feel a small light headed and my knee and shoulder joint are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At first he was contented to just sit on his haunches and watch and wait. After a while, though, he get restless and started pacing back and forth, his eye never leaving me, his natural language hanging out, though occasionally he'd break and lick his rim with it, or let out a soft weft of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the same restlessness, although mine was mixed with concern and anxiety and a deep down hungriness that was even more frightening than being taken by a dog.

It was during one of those mo that the timekeeper beeped, freeing King from his bonds. That's about all the warning I had. He didn't barren any prison term, simply rushing over to where I lay, my ass up in the air. I'd wondered what would encounter. Would he just rape and ravage me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My brass first, giving me doggie kiss, which, try as I might, I had hassle returning. Then my throat and shoulder joint and really, my entire upper body. By the clip he discovered my tits and nipple I as moaning and writhing in post, so much so that he nipped one of my chest as if to tell me to stay still, which I did, at to the lowest degree for a little while.

God, it felt so undecomposed, his rough tongue rasping over overly medium swollen nipples while I was chained down, ineffective to escape. He gave the Lapplander treatment to my ribs and hip bone, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my let out prick and pussycat and settled decided that they were far more intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four licks and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to stop myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't sure if I came once for a very longsighted clip or several times, it was just too intense to give sense of. I tried to pull my peg together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chains securing my ankles. I tried to tell him to stop over, but he ignored me, so I came again, Wave of XTC rolling through me, shiver going up and down my spine as I rocked back and Forth River, forward and back, his spit pushing into my wide open pink pussy, feeling as salutary as any cock, better in fact. He was licking up my succus like they were a treat, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of coming, I was poised on the edge, so close to falling over the sharpness again, but not give up able-bodied to. I wanted to squall with defeat. I started begging him to make me come, to put his tongue in me, into my pussy, my ass, to fuck me. I needed him to build me his cunt and bed me…

Eventually, either he got the substance or he just decided on his own. I gasped out tawdry as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs suddenly around my waist, holding tightly to me he poked at me with his erect putz. I couldn't see it, but I'd seen it before - Alondra had shown him off to me more than a few meter. It was slurred and red and it had a weird pointed tip and it wasn't homo. It took him a few tries to get it into me while I did my salutary to hold still for him. Once it was, he didn't cargo hold back. It felt like a Jack-tar hammer inside me. Fast and enraged and non-stop, while I could pick up him panting just over my articulatio humeri, saliva drops splattering against my face.

Hard, inscrutable, and inhumanly fast and there was no way to stop him. I came again and then, when I felt his international nautical mile starting to well in my puss, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's name, begging her to make it stop, but it fell on deaf ears as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his presence legs tightening around my waistline, his claw leaving slit that would be backbreaking to explain on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, handsome than any cock or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, ineffective to moderate back, and then came as I felt the initiatory squirt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt quick, hot even as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throe of my climax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but then I was lost in another orgasm and, by the time that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to cease, even though he already had, his burl embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my ruined slew of a fuck yap. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in clock time for King to free himself, his mile shrining until he was able to pull his cock out of me with a soft plopping sound. I could sense his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the story and against my legs. One final humiliation, or so I thought. And then, as if to prove me wrong, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my abused pussy until, with a violent shiver I came one lastly time.

"Let's go upstairs and clean you up, Livvy,"Nick said, not unkindly.

"Was it all you wanted ?"Alondra asked as they unchained and untied me, allowing me to stretch my sore sleeve and legs, my regard shifting between their faces and King, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a smile, my face hot as I met her eyes.

"Everything and more. Maybe tomorrow, you could… we could… again ? ”